#ic92

[71mack]

Oh Cherny, your 2014 white boy swag has me truly bewitched <3

[scelebrini]

Igor chernyshov wants to go Russia but he doesn’t wanna leave you

IC92.||igor chernyshov.

fluff.

igor is sad that he has to leave you behind.

-part 2. https://www.tumblr.com/scelebrini/817793048977309696/ic92-igor-chernyshov

“I can’t go,” Igor cried from the passenger seat, his voice cracking the second I pulled into a parking spot at the airport.

“Why, baby? Don’t cry,” I said softly, putting the car in park and turning off the ignition.

“I don’t want to go.” His Russian accent was thick, heavily laced with his tears, making the words sound even heavier.

I leaned over, gently wiping under his eyes with the pad of my thumb. “Why not, my love? You’re going to see all your family and friends. You have nobody here right now.” Wanting to be closer to him, I unbuckled my seatbelt and carefully climbed over the center console, settling into his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed a tender kiss to his lips. “You have them waiting for you over there.”

“You’re here,” he whispered. His lower lip quivered violently before he dropped his head onto my shoulder, his entire body shaking with heavy, ragged sobs.

“Oh, my baby…” I murmured, rubbing his back in slow, soothing circles. I reached up and gently pulled his hoodie off his head, running my fingers through his hair to scratch at his scalp, knowing it always calmed him down. “I’ll be waiting right here for you the whole month you’re gone. And I promise I’ll make sure to be early to pick you up the exact second you come back.” I kept my voice as calm and steady as possible, trying to be the anchor he needed.

He sniffled and whimpered against my neck, the cries ripping through his throat so violently and sadly that it physically ached in my chest.

“You’re okay, I promise. And you can call me the very second you get there. Even if I’m sleeping, just call me. If you need me, I’m answering.” I kissed the curve of his shoulder through his sweater, holding him tight.

Finally, he picked his head up. His eyes were painfully puffy, and the tip of his nose was bright red. I wiped his face again, kissing his lips once more, trying to force a reassuring warmth into the gesture. “You get to see your mom and your dad,” I smiled at him, keeping my tone bright. “They miss you so much. Think about how happy they’re going to be when you walk through the door.”

I was doing everything I could to distract his mind from the reality of the situation: I wouldn’t be going to Russia with him.

In all honesty, this was the first time we were ever going to be away from each other for a long period of time, and he was not taking it well at all. Ever since Igor came to America from Russia, I had always been by his side. We actually met during his very first week after landing. He was at a local grocery store, having a terribly hard time trying to ask the clerk for something. Luckily, I had been taking lessons on how to speak Russian at the time, so I was able to step in and translate for him. We had been completely inseparable and dating ever since.

“Don’t you miss Russia, baby?” I asked gently, looking at his pouting lips.

“I miss you,” he mumbled, his head dropping again.

I lifted his chin immediately so he had to look at me. “Why they can’t come here?” he asked, his tear-filled eyes searching mine with a look of pure desperation, as if this was a permanent breakup and he’d never see me again.

“They can come here eventually, sweetie. But you’re the one who told them you’d go back to visit this time,” I said, rubbing his cheek before he pulled his hoodie back up over his head, trying to hide away from the world.

I sighed, glancing down at the dashboard clock. If he didn't get inside the terminal soon, he was going to miss his flight. I carefully climbed off his lap, got out of the car, and walked around to the trunk. I pulled his heavy suitcase out onto the pavement and noticed he hadn’t even made a move to open his door. Walking back to the passenger side, I opened the door for him. He refused to look at me, staring blankly at the glove compartment.

“Come on, let’s go, baby,” I said gently, leaning in to unbuckle his seatbelt for him.

His chest rose and fell rapidly as the reality set in. He finally stepped out into the cool morning air, fresh tears dropping straight onto his grey tracksuit. I locked the car doors, grabbed his hand with one of mine, and used the other to wheel his suitcase toward the sliding glass doors of the airport.

When we got to the check-in counter, the terminal was already crowded with families hugging and saying their goodbyes, which brought a small smile to my face. But as we walked toward the seating area near security, people started noticing us. A few travelers gave Igor sympathetic, sad looks as he continued to openly weep. We sat down in the plastic chairs, and he immediately buried his face into my chest. I wrapped my arms around him, rubbing his back as he trembled.

As the boarding time crept closer, his crying intensified. He started hiccuping, gasping for air in a mild panic.

“Is he okay?” an older lady sitting across from us asked softly, her eyes full of concern.

I nodded, giving her a reassuring smile. “Yes, he’s okay. Just a tough goodbye.” I turned my attention back to him. “Baby, look at me.”

He sat up, his face entirely wet and his eyes bloodshot.

“Please, no more crying, okay? We aren’t breaking up. You aren’t moving away permanently. You’re just going to visit your family for a month.” I pulled my hands into my sleeves and used the soft fabric to gently dry his cheeks.

“I–I know,” he nodded, his voice small as he rubbed at his eyes with the cuffs of his hoodie.

“Okay, let’s breathe. Because I am absolutely not sending you onto that plane hyperventilating like this,” I told him, pressing a firm, loving kiss to his lips.

He took a few slow, deep breaths, keeping his eyes locked onto mine while his hands gripped my fingers like a lifeline.

“Good job. All better, okay?” I said.

He nodded slowly. “When you get to your mom’s house, call me. I’ll be awake, I promise. And we can sleep on the phone together if you want, or whatever else you need to feel better.”

Hearing that, he laid his head back down on my chest, letting me hold him for the final few remaining minutes.

“I love you,” his raspy voice whispered against my shirt, completely worn out from all the crying.

“I love you so much,” I replied, squeezing him tight.

A moment later, his flight zone was called over the loudspeaker, and the crowd around us started getting up to queue at the gate. Igor pulled away reluctantly, taking his suitcase from my hand. As he walked toward the line, he kept turning back to look at me. I blew him a kiss goodbye, and he literally reached out to catch it in his hand, pressing it firmly against his chest before finally disappearing down the jetway.

I let out a long, heavy sigh, turning around to walk back out to the parking lot. By the time I reached my car, the sun was finally rising over the horizon, painting the sky in bright pinks and oranges.

*My poor baby,* I thought, starting the engine and heading home to an empty apartment.

he’s such a cutie i imagine him as such a softie.

[weaponizedspite]

I was so happy to answer a strawpage art request

[caliimyrna]

the sharks as sharks! (baby sharks ed.)

the reason for their assigned shark at birth (ASAB) will be a mix of stats, personality, behaviour and vibes! there's 25 players on the roster, so bare w me & my posting times. i'll cover 5 per post so it doesn't get too long. (and yes, i tried to find pics where they looked like eo)

this post will be focused on:

sharks daycare (#71, #2, #77,#6, #92)

#71 Macklin Celebrini = Porbeagle Shark

a highly curious species, often making fast passes at ships and divers to investigate. mc71 of if you give a mouse a cookie fame, you will always be famous to me.

a lamnid shark, which is the fastest shark family in the world

highly active endurance swimmers, and can cover huge amounts of distance relatively quickly (shoutout to warso's child labor on ice)

porbeagles are known to be very playful, having been observed to chase eo, rolling at the surface, pushing around floating objects and wrapping themselves in kelp. can u look me in the eye and say mc71 wouldn't do all of the above?

scientists believe that the 'beagle' part of their name is due to their 'dogged' hunting style, as they show incredible amounts of persistence when hunting. mc71 won't let up the puck easily on the ice and also i feel like there is a general consensus that he gets what he wants because he won't stop asking until he does (ahem wm)

#2 Will Smith Hobbies = Pelagic Thresher Shark

a lamnid shark (see above)

this shark just LOOKS like wsh2 (esp when he is Mouth Breathing on the Bench)to me sorry. wsh had no chance of being anything other than a thresher to me.

much like how wsh2 is such a special player who makes special plays (quoting mc71 here), pelagic thresher sharks hunt with their tail, stunning their prey by whipping their tail, which is a hunting style thats unique to the species

the above point is also due to their weaker / smaller jaws and teeth, mirroring wsh's aversion to physical plays (though he did kinda board someone on monday and we are all so proud)

pelagic threshers are the least observed variants of threshers, known to be shy and very elusive. (wsh2's 'i do communications' lying ass) but also, consider that a lot of what we know ab wsh is through secondary sources, or inferences. if not for literally everyone around him being endeared to him, he would probably be very mysterious and we would never have known ab his irish dancing or his book club.

#77 Michael Misa = Shortfin Mako Shark

Shortfin Makos are perhaps THE most athletic shark and have one of the largest brain-to-body ratios among sharks. Mees was voted 'Smartest Player' in the Western Conference by OHL coaches in 24/25 and won the 2025 E.J. McGuire Award of Excellence!

highly curious species, will 'mouth' / gently bite at objects to investigate. this is just based on the vibes Mees gives in interviews + articles written ab him

mostly solitary hunters, though they do congregate in groups occasionally. Is this Misa Mic'd Up propaganda? Maybe. But mm77 is just so awkward introvert surrounded by loud extroverts (see SD6) to ME.

a shark photographer wrote ab the sharks' mouthing habits: "In their initial enthusiasm, they often ignore the bait completely and bite the outboard engines instead [...] Once they calm down, mako sharks enter a more cerebral state. They swim around slowly at a distance, probably trying to understand where the delicious aroma is really coming from." Unfortunately for Michael "saying hey back to Cat when she said 'hi baby' to Stella" Misa, this is very much how I perceive him.

#6 Sam Dickinson = Bull Shark

bull sharks are diadromous, meaning they can easily swim between both salt and fresh water, and can adapt quickly and live in either. i think this mirrors Dickie's ability to be a balanced two-way defenseman, he spends almost the same percentage of time (40.1% & 41.3%) in both defensive and offensive zones, while a lot of dmen in the nhl have a (slightly) bigger discrepancy!

bull sharks are known to be bold and opportunistic, which i think matches both SD's playing style and how sarcastic he can be in interviews/podcasts!

researchers have found nuanced individual personalities amongst bull sharks that differ from the otherwise largely instinctual, uniform behavioural patterns of other sharks. i think everyone can agree that SD6 is so full of personality that even the typical monotonous hockey player accent can't disguise it in podcast clips + interviews.

bull sharks can also be very territorial, which.. #sammisa enjoyers take that how you will! (mm77 mic'd up clip + 'say it' interview u are important to ME)

#92 Igor Chernyshov = Oceanic Whitetip Shark

Oceanic Whitetip Sharks are known to be physically large, opportunistic and aggressive sharks, which I think is an apt descriptor of the way Cherny stickhandles + the way he makes plays! and also every single stat analysis and opinion piece (including mc71 interview) hype up Cherny's size so this had to be a factor for sure

puppyboy Cherny truthers will be overjoyed to hear that Oceanic Whitetip Sharks are nicknamed "sea dogs"! they are known to be very inquisitive and stubbornly but cautiously follow whatever has piqued their interest. they are not timid at all, and often just straight-up approach divers and boats directly. they have often been described as "intensely curious"

also I saw this One photo (attached) of Oceanic Whitetip Sharks and again, Cherny had no other option but to be one. Sorry.

they have a very interesting symbiotic relationship with pilot whales, and often can be seen travelling together. this is chillmack line appreciation! and also cherny interview where he kept referring back to the team + i just love the relationship the team is building with him!

Oceanic Whitetip Sharks are also critically endangered ( :( ) and yk what else is critically endangered? Cherny's ice time. He is so fun to watch!

this took me WAY longer than i thought it would.. so expect me to finish all 25 players by next season LMAO

thanks for the initial ask, @weaselwithaknife1, im sorry i took it and RAN!!

[celebriniis]

[dragonlurking8]

Baby Sharks

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[s1lkrabbit]

my own worst enemy - Igor Chernyshov x reader

now playing: my own worst enemy-lit

warnings: set in the 2000s, skater boy x artsy girl dynamic, Cherny is kinda mean to himself, sharks rookies as Cherny’s friends, underage smoking and drinking, swearing, some WillMack, posting this as a 4/20 treat

The park, it’s where you go to relax. It’s also the hangout spot for all the stoner skater boys. There’s five of them, well six, if you count the older boy who drops off one of them and then goes to smoke with his girlfriend.

They’re nice, they leave you alone when you fall asleep in the grass, they don’t yell at you or call you names, they just let you daydream in peace. The only time they ever annoy you is when one of them falls off their board near you or accidentally skates too far away from the rest of them.

Until today, when a familiar gray Toyota pulls up and out pops one of the boys, his brother is driving, with his girlfriend in the passenger seat. The driver yells something in Russian to the younger boy, who responds by flipping him off and grabbing his board. The boy in the drivers seat sticks a tattooed arm out the window, returning his gesture, before pulling into the empty lot of the skate park. The boy with the board looks around, noticing that none of his friends are there yet. He just shrugs his flannel clad shoulders and just walks over to where you’re lying down in the grass, drawing in your sketchbook.

“Can I sit with you?” He questions, his voice surprisingly soft for how deep it is. You barely glance at him, his tall frame casting a shadow over you.

“Sure.” You shrug, going back to your drawing. He plops down on the grass next to you, the dark blue of his baggy jeans contrasting with the sea of green. You look over at him, he’s staring off into space, his icy blue eyes locked onto nothing. You’ve noticed him before, his light brown wavy hair that falls over his eyes and acne dusted cheeks. You clear your throat, breaking the silence between you. “What’s your name?”

“Igor.” His voice is thick, a strong accent underlying in his tone. “What’s yours?”

“Y/n.” You continue your sketch, the scratch of your pencil almost louder than your voice.

“Pretty.” He says under his breath, but you can still hear it over the buzzing of the warm California spring.

You can feel your cheeks heating up, but you ignore it, instead asking more about him. “Was that your brother?” Igor scoffs.

“By blood, yes, but Yaro wants nothing to do with me. Would rather hang out with his girlfriend.” He gestures over to their car. You look back to see the boy and girl making out in the front seat. “I would want nothing to do with me either.” You whip your head over to see Igor playing with the grass, a frown on his face.

“Don’t say that. You seem really nice.” You try to comfort him. He cracks a weak smile.

“Thanks.”

Your moment is interrupted by the scrape of a skateboard against the pavement and a yell.

“Igor!” A tall boy with a buzzcut and a slightly smaller brunette come barreling towards the two of you. They trip over each other, rolling onto the grass with a giggle. As soon as they look at you, their giggling makes sense. Their eyes are redder than vermillion paint, they’re high as fuck.

“Hi Igor.” The shorter one waves to the boy next to you. He looks at you, unsure of who you are, until the pieces connect in his inebriated head. “You’re the girl that Igor keeps getting distracted by.” Igor’s face goes bright red and the other boy snorts.

“Oh yeah! You’re the reason he can’t land his tricks. I get why, you’re super pretty dude.” Igor’s jaw clenches.

“Shut the fuck up Dickie.” He grits through his teeth. The boy with the buzzcut laughs again, floaty and soft.

“Sorry man, weed makes me and Mikey say shit.” He collapses onto his back, staring up at the clouds.

“Where’d you even get weed anyway?” Igor asks, his voice snippy. The brunette, who you now know as Mikey, lays down next to Dickie and smiles.

“Eky. D’you know him?” He slightly slurs in your direction. You stop drawing, god do you know William Eklund. He’s a grade above you and he’s all the teachers’ favorite. Despite having a perfect image, he’s actually kind of a skeez, selling weed and cigarettes to people like Dickie and Mikey.

“Obviously.” You scoff. You don’t know how Eky’s able to keep up his reputation, but him being a star athlete and really hot probably counts for something.

“Are Mack and Will coming?” Igor asks, absentmindedly spinning the wheels on his board. Dickie nods.

“Will called my house while me and Mike were smoking, said they stopped at the liquor store.” You roll your eyes, Mack, you know him too. His dad’s mayor of your town, so he basically gets away with anything. Including illegally buying liquor with his ‘best friend’, Will. You know for a fact he and Will are dating, solely because you walked past them sucking face behind the computer lab once.

As if on cue, you hear voices yelling at each other and bottles clinking. The boys continue to argue until they see you lying down next to Igor.

“What’s she doing here, did you finally ask her out?” Mack whisper yells at Igor. Will face palms himself.

“No.” Igor mumbles, obviously embarrassed.

“Oh shit, sorry then.” Mack laughs. Both boys sit down with the growing group. You groan internally. Why is everyone just sitting with you now?

“Shouldn’t you guys be skating, this is a skate park.” You say bluntly, pointing at the ramps and bars behind you.

“Yeah, but sometimes we hang out and drink. It’s like what you do, just relax and daydream.” Will grabs one of the bottles out his bag, snapping off the top. You shrug, you’d never thought about it, but it is kind of the same. Dickie whispers something to Mikey, who laughs.

“Cherns, why don’t you go take a walk with pretty girl here?” Mikey parrots out to you, a mischievous smile gracing his lips. Igor’s about to answer, but you speak first.

“Sure, why not.” You stuff your sketchbook into your bag and look at Igor.

“O-Okay.” Igor stutters, flustered. You both stand up and set out around the park. From behind you, you can hear high fives and laughter. “Sorry my friends are annoying. They make fun of my crush on you.” His hands are stuffed in his pockets. “I know you don’t like me back. I’m just a random skater kid who probably weirded you out by talking about weed.” Your steps falter slightly, your brows furrowing at the way he talks about himself. “Igor you didn’t weird me out. I’ve thought you were cute since you started coming to the park.” You glance at him. He completely stops walking, his body stiff and his eyes blinking rapidly.

“You actually like me back?” He looks down at you, making sure you’re actually being serious. You just nod shyly, biting back a smile. The blush on his face spreads down to his neck. The pink tint dipping down below the collar of his t shirt, which is layered under a soft flannel. You take the chance to press a quick kiss to his cheek. His eyes widen even more than they already were, his hand coming up to feel the spot where you kissed him.

You grab his hand, intertwining your fingers. You take a step forward, forcing him to start walking with you. You walk in silence for a good few minutes before you finally talk.

“So are you gonna say anything?” Igor’s grip on your hand tightens slightly.

“Do you wanna go to the movies with me? Saw 2 just released.” He blurts out.

“Yeah, I love horror movies.” You smile. He exhales deeply.

“Cool. Super cool.” You’re about to work up the courage to ask to kiss him properly, when his phone beeps. He pulls it out of his pocket and flips it open. He answers the phone call and you can hear Will over the small crackly speaker.

“You lovebirds better come back or I’m gonna start thinking you’re being like your brother.” Igor somehow gets redder.

“I-We’re not.” He stutters out, trying to defend himself.

“Whatever you’re doing just hurry up!” Mack butts in, interrupting Igor and Will. The call ends and Igor slaps his phone closed.

“We gotta go back, sorry about that.” He scratches the back of his neck. You just laugh.

“It’s okay, you’re pretty cute when you’re flustered.”

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